A lovely scene transpired in an empty, dim room, illuminated by the lone light flickering in through the window.
A blind old lady stood before a figure hidden in the shadows, curled up in a fetal position. Her face shifted to a smile as she stepped closer to the individual – her grandson.
"Little one, what's wrong?" she asked while leaning forward, closer.
"Go away," her grandson cried, and his sobs echoed through the room. "Give me dad back, where is dad?"
"Dad… will come home soon. He's just running late, dear."
"Yo – you said that yesterday. Granny, be honest. Is my dad gone, like mother?"
The lady kept silent. Her breath became disordered. Those eyes seemed to water, tears barely suppressed within. With care, the woman stepped closer to her grandson, leaving the light, and calmly entering the dark.
Ahead lay the child, a dark round spot. Visually impaired eyes blurred the sight, but she felt something amiss, a gloom unlike any other.
